Chapter 59 Unfair Beginning

The passage of time does not change with any will.

The heavy snow for seven consecutive days finally stopped, and the gloomy sky showed a blue smile. Although the thick snow would not melt in a short time, Tomund City soon became lively and prosperous again.

Because the New Year's festival is coming.

The four seasons alternate between the old and the new. The New Year's festival is an extremely important festival for any intelligent race on the mainland. Whether it is the warm southern elf continent, the rich eastern human territory or the icy northern Bemon Kingdom, there will be a grand celebration for this.

In a big city like Tormond, every New Year's Day, all the residents of the city leave home and take to the streets, singing and dancing to celebrate the New Year and pray for the protection of the gods.

Those nobles will also temporarily put down their reservedness and celebrate the festival with the commoners.

This is also the first New Year that Leon will spend after coming to this world, but before that, he has more important things to do.

The day before the New Year's festival, the temple hall.

The towering temple stands on the top of the mountain, representing the supreme authority of God. Usually, it is basically not open to ordinary people, but today it accommodates thousands of outsiders.

Two hundred and thirty-five orc warriors who completed the trial task, together with three times more relatives and friends, as well as the priests of the temple, the royal garrison, and representatives of the nobles of various rich families, etc., almost occupied the magnificent temple hall.

The soul casting ceremony is a major event for the Kingdom of Bimon and the temple. The number of beast soul warriors determines whether the core power of the kingdom is strong or not. Therefore, the temple of the soul casting ceremony spends a lot of manpower and material resources to prepare for this matter every year.

You should know that the soul casting ceremony not only consumes the precious divine power, but also relies on a large number of rare and precious materials to complete the ceremony.

It is not the archbishop of the Tomund Temple who presided over the ceremony. It is said that the highly virtuous wolf high priest has come to the end of his life. Next year, this dazzling position will be replaced by a master.

The power of the temple is all in the hands of the twelve scepter priests, and three scepter priests jointly preside over the soul casting ceremony, which is enough to show the grandy of this ceremony.

When the bells of Tormond City rang nine times, the soul casting ceremony officially began. First, the test taker offered sacrifices to the totem pillar in the center of the hall to show his piety to the beast god.

The content of the sacrifice is very simple. The tester only needs to cut his wrist and smear the blood on the totem pillar.

If the totem pillar absorbs the blood of the tester, it means that his sacrifice is accepted by the beast god. If it cannot be absorbed, it means that it cannot be recognized by the beast god. Of course, it is impossible to participate in the final soul casting ceremony.

Leon once heard Panad say that when sacrificing, the testers can have a certain sense of whether they have succeeded in casting souls. If they don't feel good, whether the blood is absorbed or not, it is the wisest choice to give up next time.

Sacrifice can be said to be the last chance to repent, because once the soul casting fails, it will never be possible to become a beast soul warrior again.

The huge totem god column is full of two people holding each other together, standing on a three-foot-high base platform, more than ten feet square, straight up to the high dome of the temple.

Its whole body is dark yellow, and countless complex rune decorations are engraved on the surface. The statue of the beast god Opa is looming in it, revealing a faint glow, giving people a sense of solemn oppression.

The devout believers in countless orcs regard worshipping the temple and touching the totem pillar with their own hands as the most glorious thing in their lives.

Under the guidance of two white-robed priests, more than 200 testers walked up the steps and smeared blood on the totem pillar in turn.

The whole temple hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were condensed in one place.

For many orcs, whether they can become a beast soul warrior is related to the fate and future of themselves and even their families. The mood of these relatives and friends who watch the ceremony is even more nervous than that of the testers themselves.

Leon was in the middle of the testers, but he didn't wait for a long time for his turn.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped up the stone steps and stood in front of the totem pillar. The white-robed priest standing aside handed him a silver dagger.

Leon reached out and gently scratched his right wrist. The sharp dagger blade cut his skin, and the red blood immediately oozed out.

Like other testers, Leon put his wrist on the totem pillar.

Boom!

His bleeding wrist had just touched the cold column, and suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming from the pillar, covering him completely in an instant.

Leon's mind suddenly went blank, and his whole body was stiff and could not move at all. He could only let this vast force drown his body.

At this moment, his soul seemed to be scattered and annihilated, and all his own consciousness disappeared.

"Pass, the next one!"

I don't know how long it took, Leon gradually came to his senses, and he heard the voice of the white-robed priest without any emotion.

Is this the end? Leon was stunned and found that he had regained his ability to act, but his wrist was still attached to the pillar, and the wound healed without any blood.

Although there are too many doubts and surprises in his heart, Leon is not an ordinary person after all. He immediately walked down the platform from the other side - there are still many people behind him. Isn't it a shame to be stunned here?

Is this okay or not? Leon, who returned to the crowd, knew nothing, but his heart palpitations were still there. Under the terrible force just now, he felt that all his secrets seemed to have been exposed.

This feeling makes Leon very unhappy, but he also knows more about his insignificance in the field of power.

Two hundred and thirty-five people completed the sacrifice, with less than a time of time, and only seven of them failed to pass the test. After all, none of the testers who could stand here were weak.

However, more than 30 testers took the initiative to give up the following soul casting style, and they were obviously not sure enough to complete the final promotion.

Or painful, depressed, or gloomy, these losers and their relatives and friends left the temple hall, but they still had a chance.

In the team of test takers, Leon saw Panad, Naten and Vostel. They all passed the sacrificial test smoothly and did not choose to give up. It seems that they are more confident this time.

Panad also secretly made a gesture to Leon representing victory and blessing.

As for Leica, Leon has never seen him.

"I'm glad that so many brave warriors have met God's requirements this time!"

A golden scepter priest stood in front of the totem pole, holding an unfolded scroll in his hand.

The scepter priest looked at the testers with a smile: "Next, please listen to the names I read and enter the room of the divine sacrifice in order. I wish you pass the final test!"

"Lacum. Rhine, Subilot. Tiger..."

The names were read out of the priest's mouths one by one, and the named testers walked out of the procession and entered another room at the end of the hall under the guidance of the white-robed priest.

The room of the divine sacrifice is specially used for the soul casting ceremony, and the altar inside can accommodate twelve testers at a time to cast the soul.

Leon noticed that the first twelve testers were all of the Shang clan, basically lions, tigers and wolves, one fox and one eagle.

Lycra is absolutely right. In such a competition, the Shangzu has an absolute advantage.

But Leon is not much worried. His record is four black elf heads. How many of the other subordinates can compete with him?

A group of test takers went in, and the temple hall fell into the silence of waiting again.

At this moment, Leon suddenly felt a trace of strangeness, as if someone was staring at him with malicious eyes.

His perception was extremely keen, and he immediately turned his head according to his intuition, and his heart suddenly sank.

In the audience not far away, a young nobleman was just looking at him.

This blonde lion nobleman is not strange to Leon. It was Wald, who clashed with him in the forest goblin bar that day, the young master with the backstage of the scepter priest!

The other party's face was sneering, and Leon's eyes were full of naked disdain and mockery, and his expression looked quite strange.

Seeing this guy, Leon couldn't help thinking of Corin's warning to himself - Wald was looking for trouble for him. It was no accident that the other party appeared here today!

Leon could almost smell a conspiracy, but here, he had no intention of retreating at all. He glanced coldly at Wald and turned his attention back.

The first batch of testers came out of the room of the divine sacrifice, and the process of casting souls was not long.

Among the twelve testers, eight of them looked extremely excited and happy. They walked with a strong and steady pace, and the whole person's momentum looked completely different from when they first entered.

"It worked! I made it!"

They rushed into the crowd and loudly announced the good news to their relatives and friends.

The originally silent hall suddenly became noisy and lively. Relatives and friends expressed their blessings one after another, while others looked at these newly released beast soul warriors with envious eyes!

In the Kingdom of Bemon, the Beast Soul Warrior is a symbol of power and an object of eternal respect.

The priests had to come forward to stop the scratching in the hall. They could understand the joy of the successful, but the majesty of the temple must be maintained.

As for the four losers, they were either extremely depressed or sobbing, and left the temple directly with their heads down.

The scepter priest read out the list of the second batch of twelve people, and without exception, they were all members of the upper clan.

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